I'm curious about how some of you older INTPs did in school and what you did immediately afterward. What did you study? Did you find studying to be soul-crushing, as I do? More importantly, do you have any advice on how to deal with this? Did any of you pursue postgraduate study, and how does it compare to being an undergrad?
What a question.
Like fire and water .. but now I remember there are also good schools.
I had forgotten. I have not much personal experience of such things.
I was the best in one school .. inofficially. In another school I was the second best, at the time of graduation.
The combined time period I spent in these two schools was less than two years.
The bad schools .. how long I spent in them? I have to think .. it is 22 years. I cannot believe it. But it is true..
I spent a long time in them only because they were so very bad.
If there is a hell on earth, it is an INTP in a bad school.
You are bound to make a lot of influential enemies.
How many personal enemies I did make in the academic world?
I do not bother to count, but it must be a lot more than a hundred.
Too often, when I opened the television set, I saw one of those enemy faces. I had to give up watching the TV.
I still read the newspapers.
Well, to be truthful I didn't read them, for many years.
The faces are not there? Well .. they are there, too. They are everywhere .. but when I read the papers I do not need to hear the voices.
And I do not need to see the mimics. And I do not need to throw up so much.
Do they differ from each other? No.
Well, they are men and women, mostly men.
Why did they hate? Some of them still do. Why is the hate so intense?
Why I had such an important part in their lives?
They suffered. They were in great pain, if they had to watch me.
They did not want to hear my voice, but they had to.
Why did they elect to be teachers?
The elementary teachers love to be with children.
And the professors want be with young adults.
They are filled with their own authority. It makes them feel good. Important. Respected.
They love to hear their own voice echo in the spacey places.
High windows. Lots of marmor. Spartan pillars. Dog at home.